Miscues Poem by Satish Verma
Miscues
After a little wee,
I will put the record straight
by removing your name
from the hit list.
No more, the river
bleeds, chasing the mannerism,
of falling stones on
the glass houses.
A massive selfie campaign,
overtakes the school bus,
full of wayward, tipsy
wandering kids.
The negativity
targets the blooms. Roses are
roses, they will not stop
sending their compliments.
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